Today, I became an official Tree Wrangler.
I had to trim my tree. In the process, my tree saw–
got stuck in a branch (sans the squirrel)–
one-and-a-half stories up.
Unfortunately for me, whilst attempting to wrestle my saw free from the death-grip of the branch the tree trimmer extension separated from the main section.
This was rather unfortunate because it involved me having to climb up a ladder set against the tree. I don’t like heights. Or ladders for that matter. Makes my legs hurt. However in a happenstance of sheer providence, my neighbor’s daughter
who is three years old came along as I was precariously perched on top of the ladder with my arm around a branch for security, and inquired as to what I was doing. And if I were a monkey. I said I wished I was, because then I wouldn’t be scared of the “up high”.
In the meantime I managed to re-attach the two parts of my tree trimmer and climb back down. At which point I was able to free my tree trimmer, by hanging on the handle and jumping up and down (incidentally, looking somewhat like a monkey as I dangled there).
Fortunately, as the saw came loose so did the branch.
Unfortunately I think it was actually a branch that shouldn’t have come off anyway, as my tree looks slightly like a shorn sheep on one side. But, nevertheless, the job is done for another year…
I think I’ll hire someone to powerwash my house.